At My 20 Year Reunion, My Former Bully Laughed Until Her Husband Read My Name

without smoking. I had bought it after closing a deal that had taken three years to structure, one of those moments where you want to hold something physical in your hands as proof that it happened. I wasn’t much of a smoker. But I liked the ritual of the flame, the small ceremony of acknowledging a moment that deserves to be acknowledged.

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